Fortune-Telling

After all these years, she could easily discern every lie Jiang Lin told, but she never took them to heart before. She believed that someone as clever as Jiang Lin wouldn't tell such clumsy lies.

Her trust in Jiang Lin had long surpassed her trust in herself.

And now, she knew that Jiang Lin was lying to her.

Shen Liu must have come to Beisa as well.

Of course, with Shen Liu clinging to him so tightly, how could he come to Beisa alone to find her?

Without any surprises, when he returned in the evening, he would bring Shen Liu with him and then tell her that his mother was worried about him flying alone, so she came along, coincidentally visiting Beisa. He wouldn't mention it earlier because he was afraid that she would be upset.

Huh, she actually worried that he would come to see her. It was truly unnecessary.

After Lu Zhaohe finished, he pulled up his pants and got out of the car.

He turned his head and lit a cigarette. "What do you want from me?"

Bai Pu curled up, motionless, and didn't lift her eyes. "I want to marry you."

Lu Zhaohe paused for two seconds, took two puffs of his cigarette, and spoke nonchalantly, "Don't you think it's more exciting this way?"

In other words, he didn't want to sleep with her openly.

He indirectly rejected Bai Pu. He wouldn't give her any status.

Bai Pu was an understanding person. She knew he could force her, but she couldn't force him.

She stood up, used a tissue to tidy herself up, and squeezed out a sweet smile towards Lu Zhaohe. "That's fine. As long as I can be with little uncle, I'm willing to do anything."

Lu Zhaohe didn't like how she degraded herself to disgust him, but he knew her intentions. He just didn't want to expose them. "Get out!"

"Okay." Bai Pu got out of the car, put on her underwear in front of him, and pretended to adjust her skirt. She thought of something and smiled faintly, "Didn't you say the taste was mediocre? You seem to be enjoying it."

After speaking, she didn't look at Lu Zhaohe's expression, wrapped herself in a coat, and left without turning back.

Lu Zhaohe watched her receding figure, his interest deepening in his eyes.

Bai Pu didn't return to the hotel but went to Dahan Temple. What she didn't expect was to encounter Shen Liu here.

Shen Liu stood under the fluttering prayer flags, holding two cups of milk tea, clearly waiting for someone.

At the first moment she saw Bai Pu, there was a flash of surprise in her eyes. But immediately, she smiled as amiably as before. "I was just asking why Jiang Lin didn't bring you along. He said you weren't feeling well and went to get a lucky charm for you."

She had a friendly smile on her face.

This wasn't the first time Bai Pu had seen Shen Liu, but it was the first time she found Shen Liu so attractive, an intellectual and mature beauty.

Her seaweed-like long curly hair matched her delicate and petite melon seed face. Her figure was also well-endowed, appealing to the preferences of many men. It was impossible to tell she was nearly forty years old.

Who wouldn't love such a woman?

"Little Pu?" Shen Liu waved the cups of milk tea in her hand, reminding her, "Jiang Lin went inside to get a fortune-telling. This one is his. He only took a sip. Why don't you have it? By the time he comes out, it will be wasted."

Bai Pu didn't take it.

Shen Liu's actions froze like that for a while. Eventually, she retracted her hand, along with the smile on her face. "Are you angry with Jiang Lin because of me?"